She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

123 All Messed Up

Scarlett’s POV

I have never felt so bad in my life.

To my “family“, I have always bullied Ava. I broke her stuff, and I said mean things to her. I did. I have broken her stuff before, but mostly replaceable stuff like the pile of shit I threw out of the window today. And mostly because she broke my things first, or that she broke them herself and blamed me.

I have never broken something this meaningful for anyone, especially Ava. Maybe it just doesn’t happen often enough so that I’m feeling like sitting on a thousand needles?

Ava has been crying — fake crying – in front of her room while Alfred cleans it for a while now. I have been sitting on the empty dinner table and waiting for her cry to turn into a real one, for a while.

I got really good at telling apart her real and fake cries — her nose gets stuffed when it’s real. That means she hasn’t realized the apple of her eye is several pieces of an apple now.

I feel like I’m sitting on fire.

I kept telling myself that it would be okay. I no longer see them as families, so I’m not afraid of them! But I can’t stop my mind from rehearsing what would happen over and over again as it tires itself out.

Guilt. This is what real guilt feels like,

didn’t throw it out of the window after I have thrown most of the things off! I wouldn’t even believe myself… Maybe I should say that I was just really mad at Ava, and I just wanted to teach

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mind. Maybe if

look?” Sebastian’s voice suddenly rises by my ear as his hands land

to give me a heart attack?” I

a light, surprised

thought this kind of sister’s war happened like, every day?” He cocks his eyebrows, having his

I glare at him.

your eyes?” Sebastian looks carefully at my eyes as if doing accurate science, “You don’t look like someone who

as much as you do,” I retort back nastily, “and

lightly, and I turn

a minute,” Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I swing him

touch me!” I know part of my anger is because I’m on edge now, but he asked

I thought I have every right, MRS. Knight,” He stresses the word Mrs, smirking evilly as he reaches for

share right here right now if I didn’t know better than

is how you beg me for it?”